"Wake up, wake up!"

The roaring sound made Zhao Ke's almost scattered consciousness quickly reawaken.

As the vision in front of him became clear, he saw Wang Mazi pounced on him, slapping his cheek hard.

"Ahem, ahem, ahem!"

Zhao Ke opened his mouth and coughed up a ball of bloody phlegm, waved his hand to push Wang Mazi away, shook his head, and sat up from the ground to take a look.

Not far away, a large crater with a diameter of about five meters has appeared on the ground.

Even the mechanism that Zhao Ke was originally going to use to trap people here was also stimulated.

I saw that the withered old tree seemed to come to life at this time, and a large black rhizome poked out from the ground, and the top of the rhizome cracked its mouth, frantically trying to capture all the living creatures around it.

When a few postmen heard the news, they immediately stepped aside, and did not continue to rush forward.

Zhao Ke looked carefully, and the silhouette of one of the people was estimated to be matched by no one except the fat pig.

took a closer look, and sure enough, Zhao Ke saw that this guy was still so hippie and smiling, and he always liked to hook up with others.

With joy in his heart, seeing the fat pig, Zhao Ke had a bottom in his heart.

"Damn, you almost burped! Good boy, you dare to touch an arrow from an intermediate postman, Lao Tzu has never seen you so crazy! ”

At this time, Wang Mazi on the side saw where Zhao Ke was still stunned, stretched out his hand to shake Zhao Ke's shoulder, and said half-jokingly.

"Get out, help me up!"

Zhao Ke scolded angrily, at this time, Wang Mazi still had the heart to ridicule himself.

Of course, Zhao Ke didn't know that Wang Mazi still had a life-saving talisman in his arms.

The arrow just now, if he didn't miss it with his hand, the direction of the arrow, including himself, would all three of them die!

Standing up with his chest clutched, he coughed lightly twice, but he didn't think much of the power of this arrow.

My current situation is due to the loss of natal stamps and the passive bonus of stamps in the stamp book.

Otherwise, in his heyday, he has a way to easily take this arrow.

When I looked back, I saw that the guy who caused the troubles had long since disappeared.

Zhao Ke's face suddenly turned ugly, and his cold eyes reflected a gloomy cold glow.

"What was that guy called??"

Zhao Ke looked back at the bantam who was still at a loss.

In the eyes of the bantam tiger, Zhao Ke has been promoted to another level.

I thought that Zhao Ke might have another fate, even if he could still exert some abilities in the soul state.

This is not unusual.

For example, Fang Cai's ghost boy can make silver arrows penetrate his body, but he is unscathed, which is probably the ability he has retained.

After all, the other party is known as a ghost boy, and in the soul state, it is impossible not to have a little unique ability.

But Zhao Ke is different, hard connection, the ghost boy is just a trick, Zhao Ke is completely tough with strength, who is high and who is low, and immediately sees the superior.

At this time, the bantam tiger suddenly understood that if Zhao Ke really wanted to kill himself before, even if he grew another pair of wings, he might not be able to run away.

"Ghost boy, I can see clearly, this guy is running east!"

When the bantam tiger heard Zhao Ke's inquiry, he immediately spoke, and even pointed out the direction.

"East!"

Zhao Ke pondered in his heart, compared it with the mechanism map, and suddenly understood in his heart why the ghost boy wanted to run in the direction of the east.

I didn't go to him for trouble, but I didn't expect to be blatantly played with this set!

Of course, I won't just settle this account in a daze?

It's ridiculous, these guys, do you really think you're on the same starting line as them?

Thinking of this, Zhao Ke took out a piece of medicinal steamed bun from the storage ring and put it in his mouth and gnawed it.

"Hey, why are you still eating this?"

Seeing the golden gold in Zhao Ke's hand and asking for steamed buns, the bantam tiger couldn't help but hurriedly persuade Zhao Ke not to eat it.

It's all this time, who doesn't know that the golden medicine steamed bun is the poisonous steamed bun that the king of Hades invited you to eat.

Zhao Ke pursed his lips and didn't explain, and said half-jokingly: "I've become a ghost, what can I do if I eat a poisonous steamed bun?" Well, would you like one? ”

Bantam heard the same thing.

Dead are dead, and I'm still afraid of a fart, but let him eat one, Bantam still shook his head and refused: "Don't, you should keep it!" ”

Is this steamed bun eaten casually? Regardless of whether it is poisonous or not, just by becoming a ghost, you can still take out this kind of thing.

Bantam knew that Zhao Ke and Wang Mazi were afraid that they were not the same.

However, seeing Zhao Ke's strength, the bantam tiger became more determined in his heart with the principle of three noes.

Don't ask, don't think, don't talk.

Although in the postman's world, there is no room for confusion, but at this time, Bantam feels that confusion is the best way to save his life.

"Let's go!"

After eating the golden steamed buns, Zhao Ke felt that his physical strength gradually began to recover.

Stood up and pulled Wang Mazi and Bantam away.

As for the mechanism behind him that has been activated, there is also the Bajie that he has been waiting for for a long time.

Zhao Ke ignored it for the time being, because he had changed his mind.

Originally, I wanted to pit a few postmen and use the transformation of the soul bead to devour the mysterious tattoo on my chest.

But now, after such a fuss from the ghost boy, not only ruined his plan, but also almost killed him.

Since the other party wants to play, of course Zhao Ke doesn't care about making things bigger.

Following the direction in my memory, after passing through a large house in front of me, I saw a pomegranate tree standing in the boxy courtyard in the distance.

If you look closely, the fruit on the pomegranate tree has cracked open, revealing half of the fruit that looks like a ruby inside.

Seeing this, Zhao Ke let go of Wang Mazi and Bantam Tiger, so that the soul beads in their hands gradually returned to normal.

He took a small part of the black mist from Wang Mazi's soul bead.

A small part is enough to keep your soul beads glowing.

However, the premise is that you need to constantly suppress the mysterious tattoo on your chest to ensure that the soul bead on your hand can light up normally.

Although it is not easy to suppress the mysterious tattoo, this is Zhao Ke's biggest reliance, and it is also his last trump card, which must not be easily exposed.

"Let's go!"

Seeing the light of the soul bead in his palm reappearing, Zhao Ke narrowed his eyes, took Wang Mazi and the bantam tiger, and walked into the mansion in front of him.

Push open the door of the house in front of you.

"Bump!" There was a loud bang.

I saw that in the courtyard of the house, there were already seven 'people' waiting under the pomegranate tree, including the ghost boy who had caused trouble!

After seeing the ghost boy, Zhao Ke swept the remaining six people, and his heart flashed: "Sure enough, these guys really want to use this life gate to do tricks!" ”

For the arrangement of the organs in the front yard of this palace, Zhao Ke is completely familiar with it.

Not only by heart, but by the memory and reasoning ability of lazy horror.

Zhao Ke even did a more in-depth study of each organ.

Including the pomegranate tree in front of you.

It's the front yard, one of the two major student gates.

According to Steward Luo, a person with a soul bead must enter the Shengmen.

And the greater the number of soul beads, the stronger the power of the living gate, if there is a living person with a soul bead to enter, then this living person, must cooperate with other soul beads, otherwise they will be excluded, the same is a dead end.

So, this is a test of one thing.

The number of soul beads held by both sides decided to finally control the dominance of the Shengmen.

Since there is no superiority in strength, then in the end you can only fight for numerical superiority.

However, there are only seven people at the moment, which makes Zhao Ke feel a little surprised, and it seems that the plan of this group of people is more than that.

Come to think of it.

Zhao Ke's face suddenly became angry, "You TM, pit Lao Tzu!" As he spoke, Zhao Ke had already taken a step back.

When the ghost boy saw Zhao Ke and the three, he was also stunned, but he didn't expect these three guys to be alive.

However, the ghost boy observed his words and looks, and also saw that Zhao Ke's tone was oozing out of the lust, and it seemed that he was settling accounts with two helpers with a fierce attitude, but he didn't want to, there were actually seven here.

sneered: "You said that I cheated you, it doesn't make sense, who let you hide in that place!" But it's a miracle that the three of you survived, especially the two behind you! ”

The sound of the ghost fairy tale fell, and the other six people suddenly laughed heartily on their faces.

If the two helpers behind Zhao Ke were others, the ghost boy might not speak so unscrupulously.

But what kind of material is the bantam, how can they not know the ghost boys?

Even if it is an intermediate-level postman, it is divided into three, six, nine and so on, such as the bantam tiger, at best, it is the kind of goods that rely on mixed life.

As for Wang Mazi, although they looked at it.

But since they don't have the slightest impression, they won't take it to heart.

Especially when Wang Mazi and Bantam Tiger were in the front hall before, they drank a little wine and laughed loudly, and I don't know how many people's eyeballs they attracted at that time.

In the eyes of the ghost boys, Bantam Tiger and Wang Mazi have been labeled as poor students, drag oil bottles and the like.

It's normal to look down on them.

"You!"

Zhao Ke's face was flushed, as if he was angry and wanted to rush up and fight with the ghost boy.

But seeing this time, Wang Mazi immediately grabbed Zhao Ke's arm: "Forget it, forget it, everyone is angry and wealthy, and angry is wealthy!" ”

Zhao Ke swept away, and among the seven people, another middle-aged man's right hand was in his pocket, and a pair of small black eyes looked over with bad intentions.

The middle-aged man looked at Wang Mazi who was pulling Zhao Ke tightly, the inferior acting skills of the two of them, and the bad double reeds were comparable to those domestic small fresh meats, oh! The premise is that they need a cutter.

Sideways in front of Zhao Ke: "Hey, you idiot, since you're here, you just need to help, don't say I won't give you a chance, we just lack a few servants here!" ”

The ghost boy approached from behind the middle-aged man and said with a smile: "Yes, be a servant for us, don't worry that we won't treat you badly!" ”

Seeing this, the corners of Zhao Ke's mouth couldn't help twitching a few times.

broke free from Wang Mazi and said viciously: "Don't push people too much!"

"Hahaha, it's too pressing! Are you human now? ”

The ghost boy laughed, and approached Zhao Ke step by step and poked Zhao Ke's chest with his hand: "Hey, I'll force you too much, you hit me, you hit me!" ”

Zhao Ke was poked, so he took a step back, and lowered his head to watch the ghost boy approach step by step, while the other six people had already quietly sealed their back roads and formed a circle, constantly oppressing the space between them.

"Hahaha, just garbage like you, even if you die and become a ghost, you are still a ......"

In the end, the word "garbage" was still in the mouth of the ghost boy, and when he couldn't say it, he saw Zhao Ke suddenly raise his head, his thin cheeks, and show a cruel smile: "Okay!" ”

"What?" The ghost boy was stunned for a moment, and didn't understand what Zhao Ke meant by suddenly shouting good.

Just as I heard a sharp sound of breaking wind suddenly erupted in the air, and the terrifying fist wind whistled in the air, I saw an iron fist the size of a casserole smashing into the face of the ghost boy head-on.

This iron fist was like a sledgehammer at the eighty years of the Spring Festival Gala, causing the ghost boy's face to quickly distort and deform under the iron fist.

I vaguely heard Zhao Ke's roar in my ears: "Beat me to death!" ”